the gods in the skies are
getting insecure
the coffee fumes of spontaneity are
brewing
like wings of angels flapping beautifully
in our room
where walls are smelling rose wood and
a roof without ceiling is breathing more fresh air
from the faraway mountains of the south
from the salty sea breeze of the north
clouds gather and then drift away
spontaneously
the gods wonder, what is happening to our
love of permanence?
our way of discarding security
this denial of commitment, this drift this
paradigm shift, this dislike for staying put,
this longing for what is not here
this setting aside of the self, this joining to
the ocean, this nihilism for the good of all.
getting insecure
the coffee fumes of spontaneity are
brewing
like wings of angels flapping beautifully
in our room
where walls are smelling rose wood and
a roof without ceiling is breathing more fresh air
from the faraway mountains of the south
from the salty sea breeze of the north
clouds gather and then drift away
spontaneously
the gods wonder, what is happening to our
love of permanence?
our way of discarding security
this denial of commitment, this drift this
paradigm shift, this dislike for staying put,
this longing for what is not here
this setting aside of the self, this joining to
the ocean, this nihilism for the good of all.
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